I've drunk my tea...now what?

[arathorn]

Not even a television in here to keep me company.

Healing is very dull.

*lies back in bed; pulls blanket up to his chin*

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*knocks on door*

[ecthelion]

*peers into room* May I come in?

*looks up eagerly*

[arathorn]

Yes, of course!

Is it time to take my temperature? Check my blood pressure?

Or are you bringing 'round the meals. Yes, that must be it.

*somewhat taken aback, slides into the room*

[ecthelion]

Er, I think I'll pass on taking your temperature. Perhaps when I know you a little better. Oh, are you hungry? I suppose the healers wouldn't mind. *rummages in pockets, pulls out a large apple, offers*

Oh, my manners. *bows* I am Ecthelion son of Turgon, of the House of Stewards. *grins* A mutual friend told me of your arrival here.

[arathorn]

*reaches for the apple; pauses in mid-reach* You're WHO? The Steward of Gondor??? *leaps out of bed; yells*

Where's my son?!? I had no IDEA he'd SNATCHED the Steward of Gondor out of his position and FORCED him to become a night-duty NURSE!!! Ooooooo when I get my hands on that boy, I'll give him a good what's for!!!

*stands before Ecthelion shaking and panting*